"You could, huh?" Mr. Universe is fairly certain he hasn't done anything worth loving since his attitude shift. (Unless you're a fan of his music, then everyone loves him.) Instead of pressing that point, though, he frowns, and gets up out of the hot tub.

"We don't get to see each other much. We're hounded when we do. Trying to change that didn't go great, either." He grabs a towel and shrugs. "You shouldn't be putting so much energy into someone like me."